She Kept A Parrot


The winter freezes left a skeleton garden Covered in the corpses of Fan Palm Fronds Pygmy Date Palm Fronds Flowering shrubs Hibiscus The Carolina Trumpet Vine Gone from the pergola Leaving only shadows To stand in for shade And A baby Tree Frog Taking refuge under cover of the rocks That protected the winter fountain Where there was a view of graceful Pygmy Fronds Sheltering the porch Only bearded Pygmy trunks remain… Read More

The Polar Vortex came On the heels of the murderous Frost And wrapped the Garden in ice Black Ice The Fans made a sound like rustling parchment When the wind shifted Cracked ice crashed onto fans below Each leaf encased in its own glass coffin Shiny Black Ice Transformed the leaves Into stiff caricatures of themselves Dead Pygmy Palm leaves And live ones too Froze in a robotic dance Cardboard Palm leaves… Read More

A visitor recently said she would like to see a panoramic view of my garden. I have often thought that my friends here probably wonder what the garden looks like. If I could persuade Rita to fly over with my camera, I could do it. The next best thing is to walk around the garden and try to show you what it looks like. All of the photos of flowers and plants… Read More

Autumn in the Garden is quiet. The plants and the animals seem to move silently about the task of preparing for the long sleep. As he has done for nearly thirty years, Mr. Gargoyle watches without much interest as one final arm of the Trumpet falls aimlessly over his shoulder. When the vine on the pergola shows her last bits of new green, I no longer expect a coral trumpet. But, as… Read More

More Fans Everybody knows how fan palms fascinate me by their mysterious play with light. The fans are different colors depending on the light. On a cloudy day, they are subdued and almost pail when the light strikes them.  There is always something to see through the fans! During the afternoons after the sun goes down behind their fence, they shine. The leaves look entirely different on the same tree depending on… Read More

I went out looking for light bubbles ON PURPOSE this afternoon.  I knew precisely where to find them.  They always dance in the palms when the setting sun plays with them late in the afternoon.  If you listen carefully, you can hear them singing.  I also found the large family of mosquitoes who live under the palms.  UGH.  These leaves were swaying gracefully in the breeze the way they always do.  They look… Read More